Posts Tagged ‘beauty’


In The Daily Drool on December 16, 2009 at 11:33 am

I just watched Miss Congeniality (thank you sick bug!  I am a movie watching fiend!)  And while it is just a good-time kind of movie, I have to say I am really, really, really daydreaming about my own big magic make-over.

For those of you who haven’t seen the movie (what’s wrong with you?!)  Sandra Bullock plays a slobbish FBI agent who has to go undercover at a beauty pageant and the resultant make-over is (of course) AMAZING.

And I just can’t help but wonder how fabulous I could look if given a Hollywood make-over.

I mean, I know it takes a lot of work to maintain that kind of glamour, but doesn’t every girl dream about what her “Super” self looks like?  I mean, celebrities are paid to fulfill our fantasies- we see their movies, buy their music, we can’t stand to leave them alone for even one day without wondering what they did, who they saw, what their house looks like… we’re obsessed with the possibilities their fame and money afford them- because our lies are so constrained by comparison (and generally a lot more balanced)

So ever as I understand the price of all that glitter, and pity their paparazzi-prone lifestyle, I still can’t help but wonder what celebrity Tiffany would look like.

Because most of the time I’m a jeans and flip-flop kind of girl… I dont’ even know how to wrangle this new longish hair I’ve been minding (sheesh!)  And while I think I make out alright, there is something so alluring about walking out of a hangar post-glam-over with a crowd of jaw-droppers around you (Thank you Sandra Bullock!)


In The Daily Drool on October 13, 2009 at 2:13 pm

Alright, I’ve had it!  I am entreating you to help explain to me WHY in the HELL I am 31 years old and STILL fighting with my skin!

I mean, aren’t break-outs some sort of teenage character building device devised by that (sometimes sadistic) tough-love teacher Mother Nature?  Did I fail the test?  Am I, “Grown up” as I am, still missing some important lesson about the value on inner beauty, thus afflicted by these wanton traitors of the flesh to drive the message home?


Or is stress?  Oooooh, STRESS… you evil monkey, villainess of all villains… are YOU to blame for my rather unfortunate string of unsightlinesses?

(How many words can I make up before you people start throwing dictionaries at my head?)

But seriously… ladies and gents… if any of ya’ll have any pointers for me and my rebellious skin, I’m listening.  Because I don’t think it’s fair of the little bastards to be marching on my jawline when last I checked their passports were loooong expired.  Help me win the battle and find my way (at long last) to porcelain skin.